Truth

What truth is?
Why is it sour?
Why there has to be
A right time,
To say it all
Or to hold more.

To tell an act,
An incident
Is not truth
It’s only a fact,
that is true.
Than what is truth?
Why is it sour?

It takes gut, and carries brave
The fear of results,
How will someone respond
Might get hurt,
Or the relationship fall

To have that fear,
And still be brave
To state the fact
Is what makes it
Truth.

The “fact”  alone, is not truth
But to have that fear
and still be clear
Is what makes you true.

Source: Bhaagvat Geeta

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If ever you read this, you will know, that it rained some where and it’s cold and breeze.

It will keep coming back,

The Breeze

Which rub your cheeks,

Kissing

The pearl out of it’s seep

No matter

You cry or you smile,

What my memories

Might give to you,

The Breeze

Will take it’s share

Of sweet.

How did it end,

If you think some day,

You will see the obvious

And than

It might rain that day,

It will be cold and rain,

Yet the Breeze.

You will feel

In shivers

And than

It will keep coming back,

The Breeze

Which will rub

Your cheeks.

You know

Why eyes turn heavy sometimes,

It’s either the tears

Or you

And this breeze.

Yes at times

You may miss

Our coffee dates,

Our chit chats,

Come back here

On my blog.

Scan through

These silly posts,

Read what you never see.

Look for some reality

Which lost its existence

In this imaginary.

You will see here

A part of me

A part of you

And this Breeze.

And it will keep coming back,

The Breeze

Which rub your cheeks.

Kissing

The pearls out of it’s seep

This is a City of dead emotions, People smile on the face but cry inside.

Zombies walk around. .

With broken hearts

And frozen minds. .

The city is filled

With millions of love stories

Starving incomplete. .

Hearts beats,

But with no feel. .

Men are living dead. .

Show no zeal. .

Girls are just as pretty

As they could be. .

Though the eyes are sad. .

Its the city of love. .

Where zombies walk. .

Living dead. .

Deciding My Own Fate

Drawing of Life

               Drawing of Life

When i was just a kid
I started drawing images
Of what i aspire to be.

To be certain of what i am destined
And not juggling options,
Playing poker,
coz i thought it would be cool
to decide well in advance,
My own future.

I thought i would be a soldier
so i draw on paper, The Warfare
Then i wanted to be doctor,
To heal the wounds of war
Once i draw a judge,
To give justice to the right
And one day i thought
I could be butcher.

Sometimes i draw myself as a richer
driving long cars, visiting daily bars.
Sometimes i toss, to decide what i want
Sometimes in draw a farmer
Nurturing trees, feeding plants

Now i am old,
Still drawing.
Of what i want to be.

“Wish i would have realised,
i was destined to be a painter.”

I miss myself so much

A sleepless night punkromance
Sometimes i wake up at night
And look at myself
In the mirror
The dark eyes vouches
For my sleepless ness
And then i shake myself,
Give a hard stir
Its when the tears roll,
Numbness in every breath,
Dead touch
thats the time,
I miss myself,
I miss myself so much.

Because that when i realize,
I am not looking “AT” myself,
Its “ME” thats what i am looking for
In the mirror.

Time Goes by….

Funny past, so quick to last,

What once was painful,

Now made me laugh,,

Good memories bring tears

Funny were my fears..

Easily crossed the obstacles

Easier one were hard to tackle

Funny past, so quick to last..

My first job, i was so excited about,

The girls i love, now i doubt,

Things which seemed so important

The results, the expectations

Now i can laugh it out

It all can change so fast.

Funny past, so quick to last,

Live in the now,

Live in the now,

they say it all, but its nature

To recall past and chase the future,

What in Now, will soon be past

Future will convert in Now, fast

Funny past, so quick to last,

Funny past, so quick to last,

Inspired from: http://strangersandpoetry.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/sweet-and-sour/

Just about Anything

Problem with maintaining a blog is!

That you can not rhyme every time… 😦

After months of not writing anything ,

Its today, i pledged, to put something

Or Just about anything.. 🙂

Amateur it feels, to spam a blog,

Which i loved, more than my dog

How can i write , just about anything

without being sure about it.

For every “like” gives me a small push,

Every “Comment” takes me to a new High.

And here i am, empty mind, ahh Sigh!!

Every new visit feels like special

Like guests to our new house

And now i am going to post,

Well, just about anything.. :/

You have a say, to like it or not

Or should i put here, an option to “VOTE”

And wait, will you even bother to read,,

and reach till the end….

Coz, if not, than should i even bother?

For a creative climax, or a surprising bend…

Forget it, you won’t even notice that i repeated a line

Trying to impress, but failing to rhyme.

This might be a stupid post, it tested factually,

but for a rebirth, its not bad!!! actually.. 😛

my canary. .

Canary BirdI heard about a canary bird,
They say it’s a good luck charm.
My friend, you look like the one.
Sweet yet crazy, naughty yet calm.
Lets nail the sun, open your arms.

Once i made a boat….. (Conversations 3)

Once i made a boat, and sailed it in the sea,,
Had an amazing journey, Just me and she.
Sun sat early that day, and moon stayed longer..
Counted the starts, she danced, while i hold her,
Until the stars, disappear and vanish, probably shy,
In the dawn of yet another start, magnificent sky.
shore came early to my expectations.
May be i was in love with the sea, stars falling,
may be the water was frozen, calling..
may be the stars were shy, and sky, grey
may be dawn was there to stay..
my boat was wounded and i was cold..
but for the sake of it all, and you, i hold
Once i made a boat and sailed it in the sea…

Source of inspiration:

Ms Soumya

Post:  http://soumyav.wordpress.com/2012/09/30/the-white-boat/